Little Glass Girl (Heart, Pt. 2)

But now who is talking to who?
Who is the glass,
Who is the girl who didn’t know when to quit?
Who is the girl who didn’t know when to start?

You say, it’s not that I don’t like you.
It’s just that I can’t stand you.

And I say, it’s not that I don’t like you.
It’s just I wish you’d quit standing on me.
You see? Language is a merry-go-round.

So let’s continue the metaphor:
If language is a merry-go-round,
I am about to be sick
And throw up on your shoes.

Lucky you,
You are coated in Teflon!

But who am I talking to?
The girl who couldn’t see
Or the girl who doesn’t care?

This little glass girl is done caring.
She will not stop
She will not start

This little glass girl will sit on the porch
And wait for the sun to melt the snow.